One final look at the cliff that has dominated our week, glowing in the dawn light.

And the reflections that had been the focus of our contemplation.

It was now back to home, but that didn’t quite mean the end of the adventure.

The sun soon peaked over the horizon.

Even the light on the pebble bed was enchanting.

I slept through the final night, and before I knew it, it was the dawn of our final morning.

And what a glorious dawn it was.

Time flies when you’re having fun, and it wasn’t long before our week at Running Waters was up. Time for one last artwork – this one was Deb’s dedication to our beloved brumbies.

And for one last sunset.

A few more shots of this beautiful water hole before we go back to our campsite…

We asked Deb and Charlie (our hosts) why they didn’t choose this water hole as their campsite. The answer was that there was too much soft sand for their vehicle to get down here! So we’ll just have to enjoy it from afar.

It was a wonderful water hole, with a sandy beach.

Reeds, and an escarpment, albeit a smaller one.

And of course, great trees and reflections on the water.

We stopped to admire another magnificent tree.

Walked on through the grove of river gums.

Until we reached the water hole – different from the one we camped at, but no less magnificent.

A few kilometres upstream we came upon a little shed, where a local elder had once lived. We were told that he had now passed and it is now empty for much of the time. It’s the only dwelling for miles around.

Nearby were of course some magnificent trees.

This one in particular was different from the rest. It is a bloodwood, I think.

The bark on the trunk has an interesting pattern. No ‘blood’ (or sap) visible on this one though.

Rocks are never far away. These looked as if they had been knocked over by a giant.

You wouldn’t think that moss would grow in Central Australia, but they do.

And trees take root in the most unlikely of places.